Millions of people

and still we’re alone

wandering sidewalks

of faces unknown


we’re reaching for heaven

and scraping the sky

but Monday through friday

we’re living a lie


the weekend arrives

and we drink to forget

a decade since college

we’re still drowning in debt


with no end in sight

there’s no light we can see

but we hear the train coming

we just want to be free


from New York to Chicago

LA to San Fran

we’re wasting our lives

working jobs we can’t stand


we gave you our sweat

and we gave you our tears

we gave you our blood

as you took our best years

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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